The Shadows (Black Dagger Brotherhood #13) - J. R. Ward Page 0,10

a pack animal guarding a fallen wolf.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Selena. You’ve bonded with her.”

Trez cursed and scrubbed his face. “Ah, no. Not really.”

“A very wise person once told me … lie to anybody you want, just never yourself.”

“Look, I don’t know—”

“So is that why you’ve been gone from the house so much?”

Trez considered staying on the blow-smoke train, but what was the use. He’d just attacked a male he respected, a male who, P.S., was totally and completely in love with his own female, just because the guy had taken the vein—and nothing else—of a Chosen trained to be of service in that way.

If that didn’t put the bonded-male stamp on his forehead, he didn’t know what would.

“I just…” Trez shook his head. “Fuck. Me. Fine, I’ve bonded—and I can’t be around her feeding you all. I mean, I know it’s a necessary service, and it stops at the vein, yada, yada, yada. But it’s too dangerous. I’m liable to do that”—he nodded at Rhage—“at any moment.”

“She won’t have you? I know it can’t be because of Phury. He respects the shit out of you.”

Yeah, he and the Primale, who was responsible for all of the Chosen, were cool. Too bad that wasn’t the issue. “It’s just not going to work out.”

“Why.”

“Can we get back to why a lesser has Assail’s drugs on him?”

“No offense, but I just cut you some huge slack by not turning your jugular into a sink drain. Think you can do me the honor of being honest?”

Trez looked down at his hands, and flexed the fingers out in a fan. “Even if I hadn’t slept with a thousand human women, I’m not exactly a free man.”

“Rehv said your debt to him is more than repaid.”

“The tie that binds me is not to him.”

“So who owns your leash.”

“My Queen.”

There was a long, low whistle. “In what way?”

Funny that he’d spent so much time with the Brotherhood and never told them anything about the anvil over his head. Then again, for so long all he’d done was try to pretend it wasn’t there himself.

“I’m supposed to service the heir to the throne.”

“When did this happen?”

“Birth. Mine, that is.”

V frowned. “The Queen know where you are?”

“Yeah.”

“You should have disclosed this to us before you moved in. Not saying we wouldn’t have harbored you, but your people can be very particular about who they associate with. We got enough problems without a diplomatic issue with the s’Hisbe.”

“There may be an extenuating circumstance, though.” As his phone started to vibrate in his shirt pocket, he reached in and shut it off without looking at who the call was from. “I’ve been in neutral. With the possibility of either a head-on collision with a semi or a swerve that could save me.”

“Selena know any of this?”

“She knows some of it.”

The Brother inclined his head. “Well, it’s your story to tell—at least with respect to the Chosen. As it impacts Wrath and our throne, though? All bets are off.”

“Any night. I’ll know any night—the Queen’s due to give birth literally any moment.”

“I keep nothing from my King.”

Trez felt his phone go off again and he silenced it a second time. “Just tell him the dice are still rolling. We don’t know what we got. Maybe the star chart will not match mine—and then I’ll be free.”

“Will pass that on.”

There was a period of silence, and then Trez started to squirm. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

When there was no answer, he got to his feet, and brushed off his ass. And still those diamond eyes stared at him. “Hello? V—what the fuck.”

“You’re running out of time,” the Brother said in a low voice. “On two fronts.”

Trez’s phone went off again, but he wouldn’t have answered the damn thing even if he’d wanted to. “What are you talking about.”

“There are two females. And in both cases, you’re running out of time.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re—”

“Yeah, you do. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

No, because there was only one ticking time bomb in his life, thank God. “Is Rhage going to wake up, or does he need a crash cart?”

“This is not about him.”

“Well, it ain’t about me either. Seriously, does he require medical help?”

“No. And that is not what we’re talking about.”

“Wrong pronoun, buddy. I’m not in this conversation.”

Besides, who knew, maybe if the s’Hisbe shit went his way, he could work on the situation with Selena. After all, if he wasn’t the Anointed One, he was free to